Dream Journal
A group of people and I are driving really fast down the road on motorcycles. I take off my headband so I didn’t lose it - I am not wearing a helmet. I was looking for the spot to place my extra pen, but I couldn’t find it. I decided to toss it onto the seat behind me. But because I was driving the motorcycle at such high speeds, I couldn’t risk taking my eyes off the road for too long. I decide to glance over my shoulder and toss the pen; it lands nice and safely on the back bench seat.
We arrive at a huge mansion. We were invited, so we go in even though no one is currently there. The place is much messier than one would expect a mansion to be, and there are tarps over a few items as though it were being prepared for some sort of renovation. We all get really excited about staying here and split into groups to scope out the place. I need to urinate, so I set off in search of a toilet.
The bathroom I find is huge; behind a large curtain is a large hot tub. It has no water in it, but is covered by a dark brown foam thing. Another girl comes in to inspect the large bathroom and I show her the hot tub. She jumps onto the brown thing before I can warn her that there is no water in it. The brown foam is cushy enough so as to not hurt her tailbone.
I wanted her to leave so that I could use the toilet, but at that moment we heard outside a large rumbling, as though a semi truck were driving through the room we stood in. I look out the window and see what appears to be a monster truck driving into the parking lot. It was a vibrant blue with huge black tires. It was so large that as it pulled up the building to park, the driver’s and passenger’s heads were level (perhaps a bit above) the third story window. Both of the men had very dark hair. The passenger had a shaggy beard and was overweight.
As I saw theses two figures, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled toward the window. I wanted to position myself just under the windowsill so that the two men would not see me. But it was too late. The passenger stared at me and sneered. There was hate in his eyes; I was terribly frightened.
The girl and I felt prisoners in the bathroom that now felt so small; we were unable to leave the room. After a few moments of the men sitting in the truck, the driver revved the engine quite hard. He held down the gas for well over a half hour. The house shook violently and the sound was near deafening.
I was able to join the rest of the group in another room. I rushed to the window where two of the boys were standing agape. I saw the rushing wind coming from the large trucks exhaust and knew what was to happen next. A small black car that was parked on the other side of the parking lot and directly behind the large truck was pushed by the exhaust to the right. It slammed into a large fence and crumbled like a piece of paper.
My red car was sitting a few spaces to the left of this now crushed black car, and I could see it shaking and the tires starting to come off the ground. I didn’t know who these two men were, or why they were doing this. But I did know that if they kept it up any longer, my car would look just like the black car.
Themes: Toilet